Acetone
Walking home walking all alone
Rinse your feet in acetone
Feeling good feeling four weeks clean
Mobile homes and gasoline
She's the spark plug in my engine
She's the ink in all my pens
She's the 'O' in my tobacco
She's the stars when the day comes to end
She's a needle in the pile of hay
Hit a vein got me high
Oh I knew that it would be this way
I've always wanted to die
Painting graves for a living
Painting graves for the dead
Painting graves for your long lost friends
Hiding them underneath the bed
Oh ya she long gone
Long gone highway three
Oh ya she long gone
Oh sweet sally
Don't you worry babe 'bout me 'cause
Broken bones baby sticks and stones
All the words I never said
Ain't no use in turning back
Use your mirrors instead
Painting graves for a living
Painting graves for the dead
Painting graves for your long lost friends
Hiding them underneath the bed
Oh ya she long gone
Long gone highway three
Oh ya she long gone
Oh sweet sally
Don't you worry babe 'bout me 'cause
Walking home baby all alone
Rinse your feet in kerosene
Feeling good feeling four weeks bad
Mobile homes and nicotine
She's the spark plug in my engine
She's the ink in all my pens
She's the hole in my bottom drawer
Where I find my drugs again
Rinse your feet in acetone
Feeling good feeling four weeks clean
Mobile homes and gasoline
She's the spark plug in my engine
She's the ink in all my pens
She's the 'O' in my tobacco
She's the stars when the day comes to end
She's a needle in the pile of hay
Hit a vein got me high
Oh I knew that it would be this way
I've always wanted to die
Painting graves for a living
Painting graves for the dead
Painting graves for your long lost friends
Hiding them underneath the bed
Oh ya she long gone
Long gone highway three
Oh ya she long gone
Oh sweet sally
Don't you worry babe 'bout me 'cause
Broken bones baby sticks and stones
All the words I never said
Ain't no use in turning back
Use your mirrors instead
Painting graves for a living
Painting graves for the dead
Painting graves for your long lost friends
Hiding them underneath the bed
Oh ya she long gone
Long gone highway three
Oh ya she long gone
Oh sweet sally
Don't you worry babe 'bout me 'cause
Walking home baby all alone
Rinse your feet in kerosene
Feeling good feeling four weeks bad
Mobile homes and nicotine
She's the spark plug in my engine
She's the ink in all my pens
She's the hole in my bottom drawer
Where I find my drugs again
Credits
Writer(s): Kieran Campbell
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